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I chase money in the fast lane I was already balling when the cash came Now he tryna holla but I'm laughing Cause ain't no nigga finna trade my last name Fuck boss shit, I ain't never lie Still on the game bitch I ain't never hide 416 on the game till I die (Came to the money and it came wit a price) I keep it too real on these hoes Got a deal on the low And I'm still in control Listen cause I ain't feeling you doe I’m a goal setter go-getter Killing the show Without a school and I'm still on the road But I'm cool cause I'm still getting dope Competing with me is a stretch for these hoes Hit the west cause it's cold I'm just destined for gold [Hook] Tell these hoes get away from me Walk through and they wave at me Your sad cause your bitch ain’t me I'm getting money you ain’t gotta act shady wit me I ain't getting shit for free Cause ain't nobody did shit for me Ain't no ho getting rich from me I'm too real you ain't gotta act shady wit me [Verse 2] Now I’m shining and them niggas shady Well bout time I swear this shit is crazy Ain’t stressing bout em ain't no fucking maybe I'm independent can't no nigga save me Anything I wanted I done work for it Just look at my life Don't take my word for it Drop the shit and throw a hella thought for it Its get or die motherfucker or I'ma show for it Had a dream and achieved that shit She an undercover fan don't believe that bitch She be shady all the time nigga leave that bitch Hear my song while I'm shopping like me that bitch My team fly homie we that shit (Charisma calling like I need that hit) I smoke a roach like I need that hit
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